Reading and writing my way through time and space.
I write this in my dimly lit bedroom mere moments before I will settle into bed and open the current novel I find myself plowing through. Is there anything so lovely as an artistic, poetic rant? I happen to think not. This will be more of a word vomit than anything. Consider yourself warned. Reader, … Continue reading A Steward in All Things
Well, it looks as if every other Monday is going to be the new posting schedule from here on out. I do realize that I did not post last week, and it was quite difficult to just let that sit. But, I am in my senior year of university and only a few months away … Continue reading “What We Stay Alive for”: Why We Need Art to be Fully Human
Hullo, my friends! Before I post my "Fantastical and Felicitous Fictional Character Tag," I was given a delightful little post by my good friend, Katie, the writer of Litmospheria. She is a current student of music composition and has her sights set on a career as a Hollywood film composer. Kate wrote a lovely post … Continue reading Guest Post: “In Praise of John Williams: The Beauty of Jurassic Park”
"My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?" "...Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked, passionately. "Little sceptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has … Continue reading The Possibility of a Mr. Darcy
The sensualist, I'll allow ye, begins by pursuing a real pleasure, though a small one. His sin is the less. But the time comes when, though the pleasure becomes less and less and the craving fiercer and fiercer, and though he knows that joy can never come that way, yet he prefers to joy the … Continue reading Lessons from The Great Divorce and Other Observations
It's like an issue. A girl issue. A "who I am" issue. I never really thought about it too much up until I turned 13. I started to take less pictures and cut myself out of videos. I didn't like my voice, my hair. I wanted to be someone else. It was an identity issue. … Continue reading Know God, Know Identity